Heresiarch (Thousandfaced Moon)

He is the Heresiarch Even the spirits of the oaks heed his word And so from the wells of night to the yawning gulfs of space Ever the praises of his name shall resound Thus spoke the Heresiarch Enthroned in clouds and fire When the seven suns align, Down the onyx steps he strides Roaming alone in black aether, Looking for antediluvian knowledge Written in the kodex of Atalant forlorn Heresiarch! Saint of the streets and whores. Bringer of fire and force Heresiarch Heresiarch! God of the sevenfold veil Light on the warrior's blade, Oh bringer of plagues Go out among men and find the gates, That he in the void may know. To his messenger must all things be told. And he shall put on the semblance of men, The waxen mask and the robe that hides And come down from the world of seven suns Great messenger, oh bringer of death Father of the million young, Unholy stalker among the lambs Strike with fury, oh thousandfaced moon Come, oh vengeful, to our holy rite A knife and a chalice The sacrifice begins Gorgo! Mormo! Wanderer on the wildest winds! Look favourably upon our Saturnalia! So the rite begins tonight. Heresiarch! Murderer without mercy! Lightbringer of the damned Heresiarch Heresiarch! Flame in Elysian gardens Sword of the vengeful blessed Oh groom of the night Heresiarch! Murderer without mercy! Lightbringer of the damned Heresiarch Heresiarch! Flame in Elysian gardens Sword of the vengeful blessed Oh groom of the night Oh brilliant one, who wanders the black abyss Crawl forth from the tombs of holocaust Oh thousandfaced moon, oh doom of lost Atalant Wading mid corpses Through cities of dust Oh monarch of mayhem, oh mind-reaping messenger Rise from the dirges and wailing of psalms Oh pestilent force, oh vanquish the veils of light To rave and to rape and to rip and to rend